Wtf.

you phoned me to tell me that? fuckyou. if you know that you're wrong, you should just pack up &go to hell.

Oh even hell won't even accept you.

"don't be angry"?

I'm not a saint. you can repeat your pleas til the sun implodes and we're all swallowed up in the black hole,

& I WON'T FORGIVE.






I know I'll regret this anger, but i can't stop the screaming. Because the alternative is to curl up&cry. I don't want to feel vulnerable now, not now, not for you, not again.

After all this shit, I. still. care. I want to go back to the day we met and erase it all away. because I am in too deep. and I'm scared.